Saline, held in clear glass containers, flowed through silver tubes into the bone marrow, then filled the blood vessels.
Clearly, this was some extraordinary power—at least, that was how Benny saw it.
Salt purified and drove out evil; silver was holy and pure. Both held special significance in doctrine. The dean dissolved salt into clean water, then sent it through silver instruments into bones, symbols of spiritual nourishment. Soon afterward, color returned to the patient's face.
The Holy Scripture recorded: the Heavenly Father commanded a prophet to touch the river water with a silver staff, and the water turned to blood, plunging the godless kingdom into thirst and stench.
What he saw now was undoubtedly a miracle reborn. Though there were only a few bottles' worth, and it had to be transformed through the bone marrow—far less spectacular than dyeing an entire river red—the act of extracting blood from water had already surpassed ordinary understanding.
He became ever more certain that bringing the badly wounded Priest back had been the right decision. The Heavenly Father had His own arrangements for the devout.
"Perfect. Kup, you can learn this while you're at it." Kraft noticed Benny observing him as though he were some divine curiosity. He had no idea what the man was thinking, but it was probably not that Kraft's medical skills were excellent.
The explanation that had reached his lips was swallowed again. He had used no shortage of unorthodox methods lately; there was no point explaining to laymen which parts were technique and which were Spellcraft.
He might as well explain a few things to Kup. At least Kup could truly take it in—and make use of it.
"If there's too much blood loss or dehydration, and you can't find a vein, fluids can be injected directly into